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I’m not mad. I’m in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.
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There's nothing better than having a baby. I've always loved children. I used to work summers at the YMCA and be in charge of, like, 30 preschool kids. I knew that when I had a child, I'd be overwhelmed, and it's true... I can't tell you how much my attitude has changed since we've got Frances. Holding my baby is the best drug in the world.
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Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years.
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I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll.
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I'm not like them, but I can pretend.
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I'm not well-read, but when I read, I read well.
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I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships.
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I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.
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Out of all the guitars in the whole world, the Fender Mustang is my favorite. They're cheap and totally inefficient, and they sound like crap and are very small.
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The future of rock belongs to women.
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Punk rock should mean freedom, liking and excepting anything that you like. Playing whatever you want. As sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and it has passion.
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Load up our guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend.
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Vadalism: beautiful as a rock in a cop's face.
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I'm too busy acting like I'm not Naive. I've seen it all, I was here first.
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I don't understand anything technical about music at all. I don't understand any of it, why you can't put these sounds together with those sounds. I only know what sounds good.
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I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends. They're in my head.
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My father is incapable of showing much affection, or even of carrying on a conversation. I didn't want to have a relationship with him just because he's my blood relative. It would bore me.
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I hate myself, and I want to die.
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The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.
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Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.